Finis coronat opus
Since my brother’s death I, like Tennyson’s Ulysses, have wanted to believe that Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, […]
Since my brother’s death I, like Tennyson’s Ulysses, have wanted to believe that Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, […]
We walk along the road and so many things grab at our arms demanding our attention. Or we zombie the ambience with earphones. Art galleries, sightseeing sites, concerts, restaurants, must-sees, […]
Do old words any meaning bring? Do broken flutes Remember they could sing? The flight of a Pterodactylus must have been quite the thing.
When Richard Pryor started using the N-word in his stand-up act he powerfully turned a hurtful term into a badge of pride. The same with the gay community and the word ‘quee
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.
It was a cold and inhospitable night.The tides and spirit were not aligned for me to go out and meet friends so I opted to stay and in a do some work.
My brothers were in charge of the annual nativity or ‘crib’ at the Sacred Heart, Tunstall. I would go along with them and they would let me help.
There was a Boy bedded in bracken,
Like to a sleeping snake all curled he lay;